Lyrics:

We live in a drive-thru generation.
About the closest thing to a home cooked meal is a greasy meat and three.
We hardly ever gather at our table.
Lifes too busy to be a family, now, if you ask me.

The whole world needs a kitchen, like the one we lived in.
The smell of supper cooking on the stove, food for the soul and a taste of mamas wisdom.
Tired daddy dragging through a screen door.
Hugs and kisses and a thanking the Lord, they dont make em like that anymore.
The whole world needs a kitchen.

Its where we sat and did our homework.
And that bottom stair was a barbers chair when mamas lowered our ears.
Its where we watched mom and daddy dancing to The Rolling Stones and old George Jones.
Man, I swear&

The whole world needs a kitchen, like the one we lived in.
The smell of supper cooking on the stove, food for the soul and a taste of mamas wisdom.
Tired daddy dragging through a screen door.
Hugs and kisses and a thanking the Lord, they dont make em like that anymore.
The whole world needs a kitchen.

Its where we talked about our problems.
And its where we solved em.
Lord, knows we still got em.

The whole world needs a kitchen, like the one we lived in.
The smell of supper cooking on the stove, food for the soul and a taste of mamas wisdom.
Tired daddy dragging through a screen door.
Hugs and kisses and a thanking the Lord, they dont make em like that anymore.
The whole world needs a kitchen.

The whole world needs a kitchen.